157th email

From: Stacey Marchenkova
To: dom borax < mailto:printthisplease@printthis.com >
Sent: Tuesday, July 23rd, 1999 4:01AM
Subject: RE RE RE RE RE RE RE RE RE RE RE RE RE RE Perhaps…

Dom…so sorry I didn’t take you advice and read the whole email…I’m quite overwhelmed….and need to speak to you in person, really soon…but, man… I also don’t want to leave you hanging…you put it out there…and I need to as well…

So…in simple terms… you've made me feel like a teenager again and I’ve made you a fictional mix tape too.

Coz when you fancy someone you always give a mix tape, don’t you?

Anyway - here’s the listings:

1: Gloria – Patti Smith
2: Candy Says – Velvet Underground
3: Sick and Tired – The Cardigans
4: I didn’t Understand – Elliot Smith
5: Oh well, okay – Elliot Smith
6: Waterloo Sunset – The Kinks
7: Song of the Siren – This Mortal Coil
8: Golden Slumbers – Claudine Longet
9: Day is Done – Nick Drake
10: Witchita Lineman – Glenn Campbell and Michelle Shocked
11: Pearly Dew Drops – Cocteau Twins
12: Wie ein Stern – Frank Schobel
13: Sometimes Always – Hope Sandoval and Jesus and Mary Chain
14: Hong Kong Garden - Siouxsie and the Banshees
15: Cattle and Cane – Go Betweens
16: Sharkey’s Day – Laurie Anderson
17: Date with a Vampire Girl tonight – Screaming Tribesmen
18: On the Radio – Donna Summer

So there you have it. I hope you get the meaning.
Ringing you this evening.


Giddily
Stacey

PS Also please reply to this hotmail address. I think it would better.

76th email

From: Dom Borax
To: Stacey Marchenkova
Sent: Sunday June 13th, 1999 15:06PM
Subject: Coming down

Okay, I’m coming down hard. You too I bet.

But it was great to bump into you at the dance party (what did you call it) The 1999 annual glow sticks and herpes ball. Small world, hey.

And I’ve been thinking about the question you asked;

“Was I there because of you?”

I’ve been thinking about this for the past couple of hours and I’m actually not sure. This was my thought process:

It was a Saturday night.
I didn’t have anything to do.
Elsa (flat mate) asked if I wanted to come. I thought about it. I had never been to a dance party before. I’m a little Amish about hallucinogenics. I’m a little bit of a control freak - as you’ve probably guessed.

I’d also hate to giggle while raising a barn (and deep down I’m a little scared of men circumference beards)

But whatever. Fight your fear, right?

So I took the drugs.
I was still a little scared.

Then I felt good. I felt really good.

I loved my teeth.
I loved washing my hands.
I loved those dancing around me. Though didn’t think of them as individuals – more like a one big person.

I loved the music - Buscemi, Fila Brazillia and demitri from paris…

I loved the moon. I really loved the moon. Thought it looked ‘like a big boiled egg’ as you’d say…

Then I saw you and Marcus. I loved you too.

Of course I guessed you might be there. But I didn’t look for you. That wasn’t the point. I guessed I might bump into you. And if I did that was a bonus (oops - wrote boner there initially).

But, after all that and deeply reflecting about your question – was I there because of you?

Answer: I don’t think so.

That being said – what a beautiful dawn, hey? It was chilled and pink and marvellous. I had such excitement of the new day – a new world. And you looked so happy with Marcus. His shoulder really suits your head.

But I do feel a little shitty now – tried washing my hands again and it wasn’t the same. I might go back to bed.


Dom

PS Elsa thought you seemed like a really nice person btw.

3rd email

----- Original Message -----
From: Dom Borax
To: Stacey Marchenkova
Sent: Saturday, May 1st, 1999 11:22 PM
Subject: her name’s laurie anderson

Dear Stacey,
I think the singer you’re thinking of is Laurie Anderson and the lyric is (I’m such a pedant, but I love Laurie Anderson) the sun came up like a big bald head.
I understand why you thought it was big boiled egg, and perhaps this could be better lyric if the moment was right.

For interest, the song is called Sharkey’s Day from the album Mister Heartbreak. The line continues:
The Sun came up like a big bald head, poking over the grocery store.

The other lyric I like of hers is:
All of nature talks to me. If I could only figure out what it was trying to tell me.

I feel like this a lot. The world is constantly trying to give me information but I have no idea how to decipher it.

Like your last e-mail.

I guess the world (and you) is trying to tell me something, but as always I can’t work it out.

Are you saying you would contemplate meeting me for a hot beverage or are you blowing me off?
(Which if you are, is cool)

Cheers
Dom.